Summary: Lily and James weren't home that fateful night. Marie Potter, twin sister of Harry Potter, was declared the Girl-Who-Lived. When Voldemort appears at Hogwarts during their fifth year, secrets about that Hallow'een are revealed as Voldemort turns his wand on Harry and lets secrets slip. AU! One shot
Rating: PG-13/T
Disclaimer: I own Marie Potter and whatever you don't recognise as JKR's.
Title: I am Harry, the Boy-Who-Lived
Author: Fallen Shadowed Angel
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A/N: Boredom created this- :sigh: Without further ado…. :hits play:
I Am Harry, the Boy-Who-Lived
From the Ravenclaw table fifteen-year-old Harry Evans sent a mild glare to his ex-twin sister, Marie Potter, at the Gryffindor table. She, being the supposed Girl-Who-Lived, had been chosen (illegally) to compete in the Triwizard Tournament, which resulted in the rebirth of the darkest of dark lords, Voldemort. Speak of the Devil- fuck! Harry thought as the Great Hall doors burst open, Death Eaters streaming in. Marie's eyes widened slightly as wards flared up, only Harry being outside them. "What is the meaning of this!" James Potter shouted from the head table. A soft laugh from the doors silenced the screams.
"This? Why this is the final defeat of my greatest enemy, who thwarted my attempts of the deaths of Marie and Harry Potter." Voldemort said coldly, stepping into the hall. "No! Not Marie!" Lily Potter screamed, drawing a bitter laugh from Voldemort. "Marie? What would I want with Marie? She is not the one who defeated me on Hallow'een. I want Harry." He said, every eye turning to the stoic Harry.
"We are very alike, aren't we Harry? My father abandoned me; your parents disowned you. We could both easily be the greatest Dark Lords that ever walked this Earth!" Voldemort declared, gasps filling the Hall. "I'll never be like you, Tom. We had similar childhoods- neglect and abuse, yes. But I haven't succumbed to evil. I am Dark but I am also Light. Who am I? Harry Evans, Fire and Ice Mage, the Boy-Who-Lived, defeated of Voldemort twice, disowned because I wasn't as powerful as Marie Potter. My power levels aren't close to hers. They're much higher." Harry said, raising his head. "Avada Kedavra." He whispered, the emerald rushing from his outstretched hands towards the surprised Dark Lord.
Emerald-jade engulfed Voldemort, cries and shouts filling the Hall. When the light cleared, all that was left of the said Dark Lord was a pile of ashes. "Shadow Lord Evans has risen." Harry whispered, disappearing within a column of fire and ice. "What have we done!" Dumbledore whispered.
Fin